Thursday, August 19, 2010

The beginning, the middle and the end of a line that forms a circle are simultaneously at infinite points along that line. Similarly, the beginning, the middle and the end of your search for answers have no distinct locations.

Consider the following: When did you decide to read this? Why? What caused your decision? What do you expect to get from reading this? What do you think will happen once you've stopped reading? And if something else happens instead, is that the beginning of the next experience or the end of your reading experience – a continuation of the current activity or the beginning of a new one which was (or was not) influenced by the fact you were reading anyway? Did knowing the only way you got to read this was because I decided to publish it change your response to any of the above questions? Do you care? Do I care? Do you care if I care? The beginning, the middle, the end.

Framed Excerpts

Bio.

I am the literary voice whose sobriquet is synonymous with pseudonym. I exist only through the benevolence of language. As Ferdinand de Saussure once said to me while I was reading a telegram from Descartes: "Anonymous Author, no word is inherently meaningful. Rather a word is only a 'signifier,' or the representation of something, and it must be combined in the brain with the 'signified,' or the thing itself, in order to form a meaning-imbued 'sign.' In dismantling 'signs' we come to an empirical understanding of how humans synthesize physical stimuli into words and other abstract concepts." I agree. My interests include synesthesia and its close association with competitive pig-calling. My favourite colour is the shade of taupe that signifies the high tide mark in a well-used bathtub.